Stephen Kellner - Blunt Music lyrics

[Intro: Jay Intense] Oh what's up, boy This your motherf**ing blunt music This your motherf**ing blunt music [Verse 1: Jay Intense] I'm getting co*ky, end up sounding like some Trump music Girl, if you got a fatty while utterly drunk use it All the dumb users never take a computer And try to do what they want to, so then they become useless I swear it's every kid in my town In every city around But I like the titties around They just be keeping me down I shouldn't even complain So why do I do it so frequently? There's not much on my plate Wait, stay With me right here I know you really trynna mothef**ing fight nearly All the problems that you motherf**ing have feared Well if you're really bugging, you can stay right here I'm right here for you (Woo!) No rips on the denim Get stuck to me one to three weeks like you henna And I could really tell that you be independent Depending on the money, we could fly to Vienna But that be in a minute first I gotta get rich But I would never think to put you under no b**h Unless we at the crib, then it's boutta get lit But for right now girl, we could chill like this And it's dope Let's get another smoke Here we go, (honestly…) [Chorus: Jay Intense] Oh what's up, boy This your motherf**ing blunt music This your motherf**ing blunt music This your motherf**ing blunt music [Verse 2: Jay Intense] This beat about to really take me to a higher level Women can reach the ba**, but n***as cannot reach the trebel My brothers out here making noise, they trynna be some rebels But I can't front man To confront me you must beat some levels Boy you better know who you talking to Yeah I'm being so serious, keep em comments too They can't hurt me You sound salty Why you thirsty? Leave at mercy Lord forgive me, forgive me, I might sin Cuz all these motherf**ers wanna get by some lightning Oh sh** I'm really boutta f**ing go in Yeah we at the Philmore, shout my n***a Phil Thank you to the man cuz he trynna keep it real f** the profits, f** the money (Aye!) They trynna make us slaves, I'm honest, sh** ain't funny We really boutta pop it off and make it big I hear that comes with naked chicks I hear that comes with paper gifts sh** Boutta buy a brand new crib Motherf**ers trynna get a sound like this But they can never touch it When I'm out public act like I'm private Never keep it silent Only keep it loud But when mom around Gotta hide that sh**, she think I'm clown What goes around it comes around I'm coming down, but blowing up In the town we blowing up Chief Keef theme, glowing up Motherf**ers know we growing up Now we all grown up Aye! [Chorus: Jay Intense] Oh what's up, boy This your motherf**ing blunt music This your motherf**ing blunt music This your motherf**ing blunt music [Verse 3: Mike MAV] I'm blacking cause n***as nap On the hobby rapping iconoclastic Mammoth in the room leaving ba*tards ravished No savage sh** Yet i break necks with fits Copped some grail Yohjis but I need Rick Owens runners prove I'm running sh** Like right kid? Anyways, took a break for like a whole year Have commencement in due time I gotta work towards a career Trynna make this b**h life throw the cake and cream for me But on some real sh** I'm not Willy Wonka living in a dream See I'm a tough cookie bruh Cause ain't sh** sweet These punks are softer than the motherf**ing sh** they eat Some smoke the blunts of broccoli so they can cope misery But me I mick mack and me mool and have the mogies These verses explicit like (Bleep) I hope that yall can keep up A reflection of my complexion, guess that i'm a conundrum Man, I'm just having fun with this But don't get it twisted, the second plan works out I'm touching millions... Boy... [Outro: Jay Intense] Oh what's up, boy This your motherf**ing blunt music (I don't even smoke weed anymore) This your motherf**ing blunt music I'm getting co*ky, end up sounding like some drunk music This your motherf**ing blunt music